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then pushes in even further. He continues this delicious torture until I finally push back and take him in all the way. Once fully seated, his movements pick up speed and force.
    “You feel so good,” he pants as he pulls out of my ass then thrusts back in. “So tight.” His movements are now hard and fast, desperate and punishing. It’s a delicious torture, and I never want it to end.
    “God, oh God!” I moan out, my eyes closing as I become lost in my pleasure. The rhythm of his finger is working in perfect symphony to his cock pounding into me. I’m so close, I can feel myself coming undone as he picks up his pace. My inside walls begin to spasm as Tommy starts to spurt inside me, filling my ass with his warm cum.
    “You like that? You like feeling me cum in your ass?” I can’t even speak or acknowledge him other than to moan. I’m nearly catatonic from my orgasm. “Mine.” He growls as he slips out then lays on top of me, his heart beating in tandem with my own.
    “Why didn’t you just tell me you were my neighbor?” I question.
    “Ugh.” He groans clearly not wanting to go here, but I persist.
    “It just seems kind of strange that you wouldn’t mention it.”
    “I wasn’t sure if you caught me watching you and I didn’t want you to think I was some creep before you got to know me.” he shrugs like it’s no big deal but I can tell he’s nervous.
    “Knowing that it was you is kind of hot.” I smile brightly and he lets out a deep breath as his lip turns up. “I was afraid it was some serial killer.” He laugh at this.
    “You never know.” He teases while tickling my sides.
    “Tommy, stop.” I cry out as I swat his hands away. “Why did you watch me?”
    “Do you blame me? You walk around your house with your top off and we won’t even get into your other tricks.” He throws his hands up in the air.
    “Are you angry with me?” he ask when I don’t say anything.
    “No. I’m not angry. I think we should do it more often.”
    “What, pray tell should we do more often?”
    “Tease each other through the glass.” His eyes go wide.
    “Game on.”
    He leans over and captures my mouth. This kiss proves that I don’t care that he’s my “creep” neighbor. His whole body sighs in relief.

Tommy
    T he week flies by with shopping to refurnish pieces of my apartment and work. The weekend comes out of nowhere, and I find myself sitting here twiddling my thumbs. The weekends are boring without Tiffany. She works at the Cabaret Friday and Saturday, so both nights she isn’t home before 4 AM. I hate it. The thought of another guy’s eyes on her makes me murderous.
    I grab my phone and call Jack.
    “Hey.”
    “What are you doing tonight?”
    “Nadda, why? Want some beers and cuddles?”
    Dumbass. “No, but some burlesque sounds about right.”
    “Man, do you really want me eye fucking your girl all night? You know that’s how it’ll go.”
    I groan. “I can’t deal with this.” I sound like a fucking pussy.
    “I don’t blame you. I wouldn’t want my girl doing that. God, can you imagine what Dr. Chaplin and the Mrs. would say? Good thing this is a fling.”
    I bristle at his words. This isn’t a fling. I want to be with her, but he’s right. My parents would flip.
    “Burlesque is out, but do you want to hit the pub for a few?”
    “Nah.”
    “Nah? Ugh, okay…”
    “I just got a text from the new surgical tech. She’s going to swing by for a quickie.”
    “Sure that’s a good idea? Isn’t that breaking your no work relationships rule?” I smirk.
    “Nope. She’s transferring to Florida. I’m all good.”
    “I’ll catch you later then.”
    I hear a click on the other end. Typical Jack-ass.
    I try my hardest to keep myself busy, but Jack’s words keep playing on a loop. Burlesque, my parents, he’s right. They wouldn’t like it, and to be honest, I don’t either. There is nothing about other guys seeing my girl half-naked that I like.
    At 4:45 AM I hear a